June 19, 2004.06.19.04. - we ain't nothin' but chips on shoulders [plus decker-danah-roxy] *p[riverfront - cont'd - discussing danah and going to find erik]
(decker)
Decker straightens up, popping a can of Bud open. Yeah, no one got a Heine refill. Oh well. Condensation from the can -- and the melting ice -- drips off his hand as he switches the can to the his left. A snap of his wrist sends icy droplets in Kemp's direction."Put on some fuckin' clothes. Yer a disgrace."
All but his pack would miss the hint of smirk there. He drags up a barstool. That right. A barstool. And no, it's not from a junkyard. He lugged it home one night after he broke some guy's head open on it, and the bartender decided he didn't want it back. There's still a brownish-greyish stain on one edge. It grates over the cracked concrete floor and he vaults up on it, one hand balancing his beer, the other placed for leverage atop the stool. It rocks as his weight settles. His feet hook in between leg and crossbar like they was stirrups and he was a-ridin', and he cradles his beer between his knees.
"Is she livin' wit' us now?" he directs a nod up in the direction of Rumor, indicative.
(james)
there's a pelthora of reasons the Godi would have offered to heal him
but that won't negate the Fostern's acknowledgement of genuine gratitude
he expected enough to keep him from turning into a walking slip'n'slide for the remainder of the evening
call him impressed that wounds healed up to nothing but a dagnasty leftover scar
revealed once his own towel is smearing away prior seepageit's only at her grunt that the Gnawer finally looks up
(he'd been a little distracted gritting his teeth, thank you)
huffing a nod-up sort've gesture towards the walking storm
following a mirrored gesture over towards Rumor"Yeh." the smirk, however, is not reflective, and more self-depreciating as it wraps around slurred accent still a little raw from last night "Tol' her a crash here 'ntil I came up wi' 'noth'r place. Was 'bit..." that breif sneer is nothing like what's expected on the Gnawer's face, there's something entirely wrong about it "preocc'pied las' night a hit th' ads."
"Be nice." paused in collection of protesting frame to stand and grab some pizza "She brough' food."
(kemp)
Is she livin' wit' us now? Oh yeah that’s exactly what she wanted to hear.
James and Kemp both responding to the angry Get. Jeesh talk about forgetful. She had already met him more then a handful of times, and he had heard about the attack in James’s den that had sent her here. Decker was the reason she had protested to even coming here.be nice? Somehow she thought that telling Decker to be nice was something close to telling Michael Jackson to stay away from kids, but she wasn’t gonna say a damn word.
And how rare was that. The firey little streetrat who always seemed cheerful
(except when thrust into a room of guts and blood and wounded) who never was at a loss for words, all of a sudden put on the ‘quiet kinfolk’ mask and leans back on the mattress Tristan had loaned her, which was next to Kemps.The 2 boxes of pizza on the counter for anyone to dive into. She leans back on her elbows and just glances around. This time much less green, and not on the verge of vomiting. Funny how Decker could even scare the sick outta ya.
(snake)
The group was exchanging comments (hardly pleasentries).
So she left it at that, walking away from James now that he wasn't spilling his guts (literally).
Rumor had put on coffee before making a hasty exit from the smell.
S'what she'd come for, so she endeavored to fill said task.
Not looking at anyone (psychotic expression), rage itching like a burn trying to heal.
Mind was not completely over matter (Rage) at the moment.
She avoided the provocation of said Rage by avoiding contact (eye or otherwise).(decker)
James answers; he tips back his beer, his throat working, grunting a muffled affirmative at his packmates. When he swings the beer down, he's looking into the can like he was surprising how little was left. Whaddaya mean, only 12 ounces of distilled amber?Then his gaze flickers up. Flashes up, you might say. He hadn't even seen the sneer -- he'd felt it, though, a shiver on the totembond. And then, the jest. Be nice. Timing could be better.
"Tellin' me what to do now?" -- he's quiet, and level of tone, raising his head fully to look at James out the bottom of his eyes.
(james)
two pieces of pizza: Gone.
that's it, folks, the Gnawer really doesn't chew
an absent gesture invites Snake to help herself to Rumor's findings
pizza and coffee the breakfast of some gods, surely
not to mention it's in the Hood's blood as well as the least he could do for her efforts to help himgnashing teeth on double cheese and endless toppings better than grinding all the enamel off, to boot, regardless of their healing prowess, and take at least some edge off the building Rage blistering around the Fenrir
that's when James is picking up the bottom box and heading towards the barstool
front of his BDUs are still soaked with blood
and the gait's not exactly back to normal
but he's a far sight better than when he first surfaced a short time ago
most would run away from such a quiet, level tone
the raggedyman Ahroun must be completely mad, now, as he moves towards it and even brings gifts
top of the coardboard box flipped open to offer steaming pizza to the Modi"Figger i'za fair trade." the smirk's there, though unreadably lopsided at this point, distorted by the heated aromas steaming up off the pizza, his voice lowering since he's pretty sure of Decker's finely tuned hearing "You tell me what a do'n war, I as' -" ask. not tell. at least there's still some semblance of deference to the Modi's upper rank "- you a try not a scare muh kin."
broken nose or not, pre-healing, James can still smell fear
(especially as he's already familiar with the scent when it rolls off Rumor)(rumor)
check please Maybe now was a good time to leave. Perhaps play in traffic. The rage in the room was like smog in LA. And it was not dissipating any time quick. Just Deckers voice made the little hairs on the back of her neck stand on edge.
And he wasn’t even ranting or raising his voice or anything, he was merely sitting there.One deep breath and she scopes out where she had left her board. Spotting it by the door, not in the way of anyone coming or going. just what you DON’T want, an angry Garou taking an unexpected ride on a skateboard
Board spotted. Eyes go to the door, and then to James. She didn’t really need to be here right now anyways. As much as he tried to explain to her the whole family lesson, she knew damn well she wasn’t truly anyone here’s family, except maybe James’s in terms of being Gnawer. But other then that…
check please
Now was probably a good time to head out. She had brought back food to the wounded troops. Why was she here anyways? In the factory when she could be out and about wandering around…oh yeah…Tell her to stay put
Words supposively that had come from Decker after the whole attack in James’s den. Words that perhaps hadn’t even been said, but so far she had followed them…as hard as it was for the mischievous girl to stay put, she had. But now….perhaps she should exit stage right.
She doesn’t hear what James says to Decker, in fact she is picking out her escape route.
(decker)
The box flips open. Tantalizing food laid forth, cheese and meat and thincrust dough. He doesn't even look down. His hands stay locked in their deliberately relaxed cradle around his beer. He doesn't move a muscle, and doesn't even glance at the food.From bad to worse.
From quiet to quieter."Think 'm scarin' her on purpose?" Resentment, and not for any of the persons or reasons present, is thick. "Think 'm gittin' a kick outta yer kin runnin' out ev'ry time I show my face? Think 'm tryin'?"
To anyone but James, it's a low, indistinct murmur of words. And rage shouting into silence, a cloak of black flames around him. It's a miracle the two Ahrouns don't incinerate one another. Haven't incinerated one another, in all these years.
(kemp)
"Awfuck this shit." Always pretty point blank. Dropping sheet to snag up jeans. Hopping from one foot to the next in tugging on jeans with a painful popping of shoulder joints in sockets. And he was heading towards the door in mid jean struggle. "Come on Random. Let's take a walk."(rumor)
Saved by the fucking bell. And for once it was Kemp that rang the bell. She looks over at him, the appreciation pouring off her face. Fingers push shaggy hair out of her eyes and within seconds it falls back where it wanted to go.
A nod. “mmkay” one partial word (sound) as acknowledgement. thank fucking God she pushes up to her feet and does her best to make her way to the door without making eye contact with the 2 Ahroun who seem to be having a conversation and she was certain it had to do with her.
One quick look over to James, not sure if he’d see it..basically just saying told ya stayin here was a bad idea
She hadn’t asked, even protesed. Family? She still had the same ideas on family as she always had. And Garou also…Man other then Kemp and James, they were all the same. And right now, being anywhere else seemed perfect.
Moving towards the door she picks up the board and looks back over at Kemp…waitin.(danah)
Bang!A balled up fist pounded against the metal doors, segregating the Eagles and their raging brood from the unsuspecting public. The ominious sound rang through the warehouse, echoing, before it fell silent.
Bang! Bang bang bang.
A series of impatient knocks followed the first, falling over one another, echoing, and falling silent again. Outside the door to the factory the Eagles called home, Danah leaned her body against the side of the door, using it prop herself up. A long black mane spilled down her shoulders, and fell in front of her face, hanging low.
(rumor)
Bang..bang..bang...bang
Sends her about 3 feet backwards into Kemp. She was NOT expecting the door to bang as she was approaching it. What the hell was this place a clubhouse?(snake)
All that Rage hanging like a wet blanket, tension thick enough to cut with a chainsaw.
She was attempting to pour herself a coffee...
...but with all the Beasts rearing their ugly red-eyed heads, it was proving difficult.Her own inner anger was pretty tame compared to the Ahrouns.
However, sheer exertion of will to produce results earlier was taking its toll.
The mind was losing the battle to the baser instincts.
Anger, fear, tension, gut smell, blood, cheese and coffee: all scents co-mingled.Then the banging on the door, repeatedly (just like she had done)
Hands already in tremors just made her splash boiling coffee down her front.HISS
Clink.
The cup back on the counter, skin pinking under the hot liquid trailing down.
Bandages across the rents in her chest going from pink to brown and red.
She gripped the edge of the counter, eyes narrowing and jaw muscles working.(Calm. Fucking. Blue. Oceans.)
Yeah... like that was going to work.(kemp)
"Awfuck me." Half walking into shoes while reaching for the door to swing it open with a jerk. "Fuckin great. Just break the fuckin door in next time." Snarled on the way out. "Sumbitch, I need this shit like I need a dick up my ass." And he was past Danah and down the stairs.(Imogen)
Danah's hair perhaps lifts on the back of her neck. Injured as she is, her senses are going haywire, the reaction of an injured, but not dying, beast, one of the most dangerous animals in the wild. The pure breed of the kin speaks for her before she reaches the porch, but the deliberate scrape of her foot against the concrete does it as well.Imogen pivots to avoid Kemp's exodus, Rumour in tow, an eyebrow lifting in a vague expression.
(kemp)
"Dick shit, waving and shit." Mumbled with a vague wave over his shoulder in warning to Imogen. After lastnight he just didn't have the room in his life for dick waving. Everyone stick together to die together one moment, then fucking kill each other the next. What's worse, he'd gotten sick enough of the shit to leave food behind.(snake)
She cleared her throat in a grunt come growl.
Her head was done, eyes staring at the counter top (if looks count burn holes...).
Wavy, unkept blond hair fell forward over her cheeks.
Shoulders were rounded and her back stiffened like a board.
(Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven...)She snagged anything close by to mop up the mess left by the spilled coffee.
Including the patches down her torso, picking at the loosened, soaked gauze and tape.
She picked and pried at a loose piece before just pulling it all off...
(wet, peeling noises...) and dropped it into a wet pile next to the coffee cup.
It was useless now anyway.
She probably had more on her than in the damned cup at this rate.
(Six. Five...)(rumor)
And Rumor was right behind him. Passing Danah down the stairs. Board under her arm.
Passing Imogen. Man how the hell could she stand to be around all them at once and never show any sign of fear nor communicate much other then the raise of a brow or the few choice words."wait up" called to Kemp as she closes in on him. Instantly all the anxiety and creepiness gone.
Fresh air must just be able to do that..."Hey...Been workin on the bike at Roxys" she smiles. Hey those smile muscles in her face still working.
a pause as Kemp describes the scene in only a way Kemp can."Hey, i found some cool helmets too, pickin them up on Monday...you'll dig them..." and finally the dam of rage from inside is broken and she can speak once more openly.
(danah)
Danah pressed her side against the filthy exterior of the factory to keep Kemp from mowing her down (or maybe, from mowing him down). After Kemp and Rumor have cleared out of the door, Danah makes her move, snatching the edge of the door with one claw to keep it open. The hairs rising on the back of her neck make her visibly shiver. Eyes glance back, over her shoulder, through her mane of wild black hair to touch on Imogen. She stares in silence for half a minute, before letting go. Head shakes, mane tussles, faux-fur coat bristles, and the monster in woman's clothing walks into the factory, throwing the door open behind her so that Imogen can slip in before it closes."Hey!"
(james)
the food could be considered a peace offering
it could also damn well be considered a sheild between the two Full Moons
(far be it from either Eagle to waste perfectly good food without reason)
one standing so willingly and easily in the other's cloak of black, murderous flames
dual spheres of rage crackling invisable protest against such close proximity
it's more than a mere miracle they've lasted this long
packmates. battlemates. brothers in arms. comrades beneath Eagle.
.... maybe there's something deeper that's formed, after all, in the past two years"Nuh." a pause in low thunder of rumbling murmur, enough for the guttermutt to make another half-slice of pizza disappear... this healing's an appetite-inspiring business..... either ignoring or downright understanding the resentment hanging so heavily around them "Jus' like I dunn think ya meant a piss me off th' oth'r nigh' like ya did. Dunn think it matter' wheth'r not ya dig muh true reason 'r not. It happen'. n' you giv'n Rum'r th' heebie jeebies happen' like it 'r not. I'll 'mit my timin' sucked." muscular, scarred shoulders roll in a shrug, apologetic through reactions inspired by the recent infusion of blinding pain needing to be taken out in some shape or form "....jus' askin' you a try a be 'bit frein'lier cause she wen' outta her way a bring back food f'r us inv'lids."
there's perhaps some jest in the monicker
but Decker's the only one that can see it
others faced with the ashed scar crisscrosses of Crinos claws down James' back
and the tensing muscle climbing lumbar after the latest addition bangs into the factory(decker)
He never gets a chance to reply. James never even gets a chance to see what that reply might have been. The banging on the door takes care of that. It breaks his attention, snapping his eyes around to the door. A beat later his head turns. Antagonism between packmates always, always, always falls to the wayside in the face of outside threats, and hammering on the Eagles' door is considered a threat.Silent, he watches the door open. Doesn't seem to relax much as Danah shows herself. Which isn't to say he's bolt upright on the stained and stolen barstool, because he ain't. He's all but riding on it, all but crouching on it, his feet still hooked on the crossbars on either side, his spine comfortably curved, his shoulders relaxed and his beer, all gulp and a half of it, still cradled in his hands.
His searing grey gaze passes over Danah's shoulder only briefly to take in the flash of roan-red; the hint of dark eyes. Then it's back on the Galliard that his attention rests. He ain't so blind as to miss the ill will his packmates bore for this one -- though the reason, so far, remains unknown to him.
And, silence. Watchful. That's standard op around here.
(kemp)
Waiting for Rumor to catch up with another baleful look back towards what he thought he called home, starting to wonder now with all the sudden traffic. "Cool, new helmets huh? What do they look like?"(roxy)
The Chevy Nova Camaro, 1969 model, burgundy-plum and polished chrome, pulls up along the drive to the factory. The engine rumbles for several seconds before it cuts off, dying away with a low purr. The driver's door hefts open with push as long legs swing out. Heavy boots touch the ground, planted firmly as Roxanne pulls herself out of the car. Hand pressed to the outside of the door, it slams shut behind her with a slight momentum.Black leather corset frames and molds over the hard lines of muscle against wiry musculature into a slight hour-glass shape, coupled with a pair of low-riding shiny vinyl pants. No lacework, just zippers kept the thing attached to her torso. Any notion of firearms mysteriously hidden from view upon Roxanne's person.
Her steps resonate across the ground in quick strides, heading up the drive to the front door of the factory. Thinly twisted spirals of peroxide blond dreadlocks slither across bare shoulders and forward to frame the lines of her face. Cobalt-blue eyes alert to the activity brimming outside... her home
(james)
stormy grey eyes snap away
whatever will come of it... will come later, as always
and the Ahroun pays attention to his packmate's body language
it's enough to get him to casually turn around
taking a post at the Modi's flankdeep umber eyes narrow
(Decker can feel the bristling spike)
but he continues to put away this current slice of pizza
elbow nudging the Fenrir's to bring the box back to his attention
(Would you fuckin' eat something? You had to heal too....)
standard op: the Hood addressing his pack's needsjust as the Nova Camero's engine cutting outside comes to his
...... peachy.(snake)
Her fingers tightened to a knuckle-white grip around the curve of the counter edge.
(Four. Three...)
A deep breath heaved in and then exhaled.
She pried each finger loose, one at a time, taking it as an exercise in restraint.
Control -- Simple. Damned. Control.She stepped back from the counter, once unlatched.
She balled up the useless bandages, peering down at the open mess of claw marks.
Grunt.
And resigned the coffee cup to where ever would be appropriate.
Maybe coffee wasn't the answer.
'Sepcially, if she couldn't even control enough to pour a cup.She turned back to the scene unfolding in the rest of the warehouse.
The kids were gone (probably better for the girl...)
Decker riding the stool, James holding out the food-offering.
...and Danah had just walked in.(Fuck two. Get to One...)
A faint issued growl.(rumor)
She makes her way up to him and drops hte board to the ground. Converse stopping it from heading off on a ride of its own.
"yours is black with flames on the side. just around the bottom, not cheesy...and mines blue with...like these, thingies, i cant explain it, youll have to see it..."
a pause as Roxy comes up with the bitchin Nova. damn that thing was saw-eeeeeeeet
She shakes her head and cant help but chuckle...
"that place gonna be there in an hour or are they all gonna kill each other?"(imogen)
Getting stared at by unknown injured Garou was apparently the bad habit for today. The slender redhead meets Danah's eyes steadily, with the sort of action that bespeaks habit. When she's released from the Galliard's gaze, her eyes close in a long blink, before reopening and she follows the galliard within, gaze flicking for a moment toward Decker, and then away as she steps away from the Glass Walker, breaking herself from behind the unknown Garou's shadow.A growl, her eyes turn to Snake's direction; it doesn't take a Garou to read the tension. It might take a doctor to see what she had and make some vague connections, not quite solid.
Line forms briefly between her brows as she considers the Godi.
(decker)
Without thought, and without looking, he grabs a slice of pizza. Thinks. Looks. Gets another. Piles 'em together one on the other and takes a big bite out of the end of it."'Sup Imogen," he says, low and slurred, and uncoils off the stool one foot at a time. Brief nod up to Danah after a considering glance. A look over at Snake, either in warning or in curiosity. Hard enough to say. Those grey eyes spark no matter what they touch on. And there's nothing but deliberation in the way he takes his food and drink and clears center stage, instead taking a seat on the sagging old couch off by the side.
James and Danah had some sorta problem? Might as well let it come to head, here and now.
(kemp)
"Not sure, let's just take a seat over here on the wall and watch. Too bad I didn't think to grab one of them boxes of pizza first. Just fucking sick of shit." Tugging Rumor across to the retaining wall where they could watch to see if anyone got tossed out the door.(roxy)
Calloused hands lift up to smooth over her hips, slide down to the front pockets as fingers dip inside. She finds two things in her pockets, a white slip of envelope rolled up tightly, which she pulls out to palm into her open hand, and checking for a small set of keys, switching Priscilla's out for the Tacoma's.Her head lifts up as Rumor and Kemp are walking out. She calls out to them, whistling in a high-pitched tone. "Rumor, c'mere, darlin'. I got somethin' for ya."
(danah)
"Oh." Short, simple. She hadn't been Decker (or anybody) to be standing right there. Somebody else would have blushed with embarassment, but Danah is colored a little too dark for that. Instead her head lowers a little, shoulders rolling forward into a shrug, that brings her hands out of her pockets and exposes the calloused palm. Empty hands. No weapons. Moderately less chance for a physical brawl."Danah," she offers, for James and Snake's benefit. "Lookin' for the Alpha," she says, her gaze still somewhat averted.
(rumor)
A whistle and Roxy calls her over. Leaving her place at the retaining wall she whispers something quickly to Kemp. Then converse on board, she approaches Roxy within seconds..."yup" smilin at the dreadlocked woman she now calls 'boss'.
(kemp)
He was busy scowling at the factory. The way things were going, Decker wasn't the only one that wasn't going to live inside it anymore. Shoulders hunched with his hands shoved in his pockets.(rumor)
Roxys affection is actually a surprise to her. She never knows what kinda mood Roxy will be in. She had been working hard, but truthfuly she usually forgot it was work...she loved tinkering around the garage, even if it was cleanin up or puttin away tools. Watching Roxy work on the vehicles was bitchin.
"wow thanks" big grin.
Pointin to the door..."wouldnt suggest goin in there unless you are wantin to see a whole lotta fightin. I dont think anyone in there even LIKES each other...but yet James preaches to me bout family..." she shrugs.
another smile to Roxy..."may the force be with ya" she chuckles..."n thanks for lettin me help with Kemps bike...think im gonna go get us somethin to eat, cause the pizzas i brought im sure are long gone in there" she smirks.(snake)
"Yer tha bitch tha' frenzied on me."
A curt, blunt reply (growl backed) at Dannah when she offered her name.
She'd caught Decker's look -- and probably took it for a warning.
She moved her hands (tremors) to behind her, thumbs hooked (hard) into back pockets.The claw marks that started up near her neck and travelled down the length of her torso were vivid.
...More so with the open flesh puckered --
Dribbling red-brown where the skin had inflamed from the hot coffee spilled.The husky blue that had come back after James' healing was gone again.
Not even a ring, pupils spilled out fully expanded and somewhat beyond.(roxy)
Roxanne chuckles, releasing Rumor. She lifts a hand up to tousle the girl's hair, mussing it up further. "No problem, Rumor.. Just hide the money and don't spend it all in one place. It's... kinda full." Two keys jingle together on a small key ring, looped over the middle finger of her left hand. She pivots on her boot heels, stepping away from Rumor to head for the door. "I think I can handle mahself in there." she calls back over to Rumor, heading inside.(rumor)
She chuckles.."im sure you can" she shoves the envelope into her pants pocket."see ya on monday..." grinning she returns to Kemp. "hey" she messes up his hair as she returns to the retaining wall. "whattya think about gettin food?" she smirks...."i can go grab pizza, or we can go get that burger and fries you were bitchin bout before world War 3 broke out in there" eyes stop on his face, and she smiles...
(kemp)
"Pizza works." A quick jerk of his body from head to toe like someone walked over his grave. "We can get it and come back to watch from out here. Not so sure I want to go inside. Bunch of bullshit going on."(james)
"Jame'."oddly monosyllablistic from the Eagle's PR guy back to Danah's introduction
because he can't be keeping it short in efforts of being polite when chewing
he's about as pleased as Snake
just handling it a helluva lot better
all that's showing is street performer's easy, lopsided smilethere's a pause as more pizza's offered to King Decker on his barstool throne
then the Fostern's making his way back over to Snake's private playground of Rage
box with half a pizza (yes! it's true!) set on the makeshift junkyardwars reject of a counter/table
one more slice withdrawn in step towards the still-open toolbox turned first aid kit
crouching to dig all the way to the bottompills rattle in a light orange bottle when he stands
muted by the clasp of strong hand
that's offered in turn to Snake along with the pizza slice"Thinkin' you need the' more a me, -yuf." gaze dropping to the stained lines drawn by hot coffee, guttermutt's voice low and easy, just like when he was talking to the other present Rohl, it's obvious he outranks the Fenrir, so the suffix is used to grab her attention in the not-so-optional request "There's a bathroom'in th' back, clean shirt a th' washer jus' outsi'."
(imogen)
You're the bitch that frenzied on me.Imogen's not particularly fond of being between such things, and so her steps, thumb hooked into the loop of her jeans draw her farther from Danah, keep equidistant from Snake.
Her gaze briefly slides toward James and his improved state before sliding farther to Decker again, and since she is not much for greetings, particularly when the tension in the factory is enough to set her nerves on edge and raise the hair on the back of her neck, that glance, a brief review of him, is all she offers.
(rumor)
She notices the jerk again. Ok this time she was certain of it. "you ok?" she watches him for a second..."i mean, i know you arent ok ok, but..." yeah that wasnt comin out right...so she lets it drop.
Eyes move back to the factory. "Been thinkin of askin Roxy to let me crash at the garage, i mean, probably would be smarter for me...i dunno"bunch of bullshit goin on in there He wasnt kiddin. She pauses. "from what i heard food heals wounds or somethin like that, so lets get ya some food" she plops the board down and walks with it still rolling on the ground, foot just sort of draggin it with her. "this isnt gonna come out right, but im really glad i didnt have to see your guts hangin out...i mean i didnt wanna see James's guts either...but you know what i mean"
(snake)
A bottle of pills and a slice of pizza.
And obviously not-so-optional request.
The Godi stared at James for a heartbeat...
(...-yuf? Blink.)
Then looked away.She took the pills and the pizza with a grunt of acknowledgement.
She recognized the tone and the implicated suggestion behind it.
Was like dealing with Scratches Tires, the old pack Gnawer, all over again...
...sending the cranky, psychotic(-seeming) hot-head out to cool off.Bottle in one hand, pizza in the other...
...She moved away from the immediate situation, like 'suggested'.(roxy)
.....just peachy...
Shugahs, I'm home....Her hand reaches out to touch the door, shoving it open as Roxy fills the doorway. Cobalt-blue eyes sweep across the factory to the sounds of familiar voices, and then not so familiar voices.... Her eyes finally stop.dead.on.Danah. more like the back of Danah, depending on which direction her tribemate was facing.
"Man, I can just feel the love brimmin' in this room right now," she exhales out in sarcastic snip. Chest strains against leather as she breathes in a shallow intake of air, holding briefly and exhales again. Her hand lets go of the door, allowing it to close behind her, walking further into the factory.
Another sweep of her eyes to locate the actual residents of the factory, the Eagles. Decker and James. "Rohl.. James." a nod up to them.
(danah)
["Yer tha bitch tha' frenzied on me."]Danah's head cants to the side, allowing her black hair to slip free from black eyes, staring over toward Snake. Shoulders roll forward into a slow shrug, like she was trying to slip on the memory of that evening like an old worn coat. It had a lot of holes in it though, and that one fell through a pocket somewhere on the walk over, so she didn't say anything.
Her attention shifts to the yellow pills offered Snake, lingering there (hungrily) momentarily. She looked pretty good for somebody that fought until she fell over from exhaustion. Her wound was hidden beneath her clothes, covered with an old shirt and duct-taped into place. Hell, she was standing on willpower alone. Should be in a bed somewhere, laying down. Stubborn bitch.
(james)
subtle
this is why James is PR for Eagles
get the Fenrir to self-medicate without detonating
(he has learned something in packing with other Germans)
lopsided grin twitching wider at her acceptance
he doesn't want to make her lose face infront of the others
but he doesn't want any excess fighting going on while they're all healing, too
not to mention this is his fucking living room
(getting too damned popular, gonna have to move again)"Rox'."
deep umber eyes strafe over to the peroxide fox
the nod-up greeting is returned
then his gaze drops away
let us excuse it to turning attention fully on Danah
since Decker's busily checking on the state of his truck
James continues on his PR duties with the Galliard"Ain' 'roun'." smooth as ice, cold as ice, too, most likely "W'cha wan'."
(rumor)
Ok. Kemp didnt look all that good. Most people didnt twitch like that at will.
"You should go lay down. I can fend for myself in there, why dontcha just go lay down and ill grab a couple more pizzas and hope that tames the beasts."
she chuckles and checks the envelope quickly, just cause she was curious.
jaw drops holyshit. ALL that for helpin out? Doin something she LIKED Wow...Roxy rocked.
Grin plastered from ear to ear....
She pushes the board with her foot, heading off back tot he pizza joint to get some food, shed pick up beer but no ones gonna sell to a 15 year old. Thats for fuckin sure.(assuming kemp fell off so he can go back inside and crash or whatever, Rumor will grab another pizza and return to the factory)
(snake)
Somehow, through the haze, she found her way out of the area.
Out from being in a Rage-filled living room.
Away from greviances and aggravation.
A bottle of pills in one hand and food in the other.
(Here's hoping it worked.)She'd clean herself up, but at least she didn't need to borrow clothes.
She had more than enough out the back in the (modified) camper.
But running water that wasn't depleting her sources was a bonus.
...the sting of the wounds wasn't.When cleaned up (at least of the coffee) she made her way out back.
Where it was safer.
Where it was more like home.CLANG-CREAK
Sound of metal getting dented inwards, against it's will, from the back parking lot.
(...that's a little better)
(roxy)
Where's my truck, Roxy?...Typical, pretty much what she expected from him. Her left hand closes into a fist around the tacoma's keys, hiding it as that arm rests casually at her side. "Get mah ranson note?"
He should have, it was left on a case of beer for him.
Many feet of space crossed in quick strides towards the gathering, Roxanne stops short (and a good distance) away from the Garou. A line of tension etching up the hardwire frame of muscles, rolling shoulders back slightly.
She flicks a glance towards James, more of Tristan's guilt trip laid out in her mind right then... AND she looks back at Decker. "Like I said, get mah ransom note?"
(danah)
"A home," she replies, while her head cants to the side. Long ring covered fingers, with dark-red nails sharpened to perfection comb through her hair, pulling it away from her face."Normally I bring something," she starts, as a loose strand of hair falls in front of her face. And then another. Its a momentary repreive, those unveiled eyes. "But it was a long walk from the fight.. and I'm not in any condition to drive." Shoulders roll into another shrug, hands fall at her sides, and she looks up toward James to see his reaction, while she stands there.
(kemp)
"I'm fine, just a little." Shrugging while pulling his ass off the wall to follow behind Rumor. It was just that every now and then his muscles did this weird jumping shit of their own. "Almost put my eye out trying to brush my teeth."(rumor)
She smirks..."can think of worse injuries that could come from that" she chuckles...havin missed the earlier joke about takin a piss...15 year old minds think alike.Push push coast. They head up the street leaving the factory with its occupants to do their thing, in fact she was now trying to place who would be there, and who would be gone or worse when they returned.
Patting her pocket..."man Roxy hoooked me up, i mean, holy shit...dude" she grins...More walking with the board rollin as they head to the pizza place.Stoppin she looks at him..."want anythin else?" before entering the place.
(decker)
Sprawled on the couch with his head tipped back, he looks at Roxy from under his half-closed lids. Interweaving of honeyblond lashes, too long for a toughguy thug like him, long enough to almost be pretty, split her image into a weave of toughness and smoky sex. Roxy was a study in contrasts. One of them GWs not so very tamed by the world. Maybe that's why he didn't mind her so much.But it still don't mean he won't react to her baiting. The temperature drops ten degrees. Or maybe it rises. His rage, after all, burns -- even when he doesn't move a muscle other than to raise his chin a notch. His patience's been tried a coupla times already tonight.
"Yeah. Whatchoo wanna talk 'bout."
(kemp)
"A soda?" Reaching around her to push the door open. "Eats, drinks and the world is great for a few minutes, right?" Waiting for Rumor to go inside before following her. "Ya know, life is weird. Just when ya think ya got people figured out, something else happens. I mean, it's like you always thought the lady next door was just big built and then one day ya find her with her dress lifted, pissing on a tree in the backyard and ya realize she's a he-man, not a she-man. Just fucked up."(james)
the raggedy Gnawer stands silent for a moment
contemplation measuring thoughts and time
arms are dangling loosely at his sides
so that makes the new ragged scar on his lower belly stand out right nice
distal lights strung about factor's interior reflecting off raised skin with each breath"'preciate th' sen'imen'." hostile as the Fostern may seem, he can diplomate past that an acknowledge manners and good will regardless of the personal feelings entwined about the presented, which is probably why he's pack PR and Tribal Elder, making sure to speak slowly enough so that she can understand, tones remaining low and even cordially civil after surviving possible mangle brought about by thick New York accent made near impossible by battlescar slur. "S' tell me, Daynuh, what make you think y' b'long w'th Eagle?"
Alpha may not be around
but that won't stop James from grilling the Galliard
the Gnawer's thoughts reach out to his packmates on the wings of their totem
Speak now or forever hold your piece, boys words amazingly clear in their minds I've no hesitation turning Danah away.(roxy)
On an added note...Roxanne can't help but overhear the snippets of conversation with Danah and James. Blond eyebrows quirk upward as she skims her eyes their way. She exhales again, "I've packed with her before, James..." a jerk of her head to indicate Danah and she lets it drop there.
--
Her attention easily snared back by Decker...even at the distance she stood from the couch. The eternal fires of burning rage had a way of making her flesh roll in a sliver of shudders, starting at the nape of her neck, (where tribal glyph tattoo lies) streamlined down her spine and over the Weaver glyph tattoo at the center of her lower back.Blond lashes flicker as cobalt-blue eyes narrow to thin, hard slits concentrated on the Modi's mouth, or maybe his chin. Her chin tilts up slightly, defiant to the end, but cautious (very few garou could make her submissive with a look). "These." She remarks, pulling up her left hand to open it, dangling the keys from her middle finger. Her hand turns around, fingers curl up in a fist, key ring slipped off and a slight toss as the keys fly in Decker's direction.
(kemp)
to James, Decker Rohl: Turn her away, works for me. I think the bitch is fucked in the head. Got a chip on her shoulder and if she moves in, I'm fucking moving out. I want more than some one night stand with a potential packmate. Not saying I gotta love her, but respect would help.(decker)
to James, Kemp Oates: A dissenting opinion. Think she fights hard. Think she fights good. Fuck's up yer asses 'bout her anyway?(james)
We met before, last December, she didn't leave a good impression. Seems others last night didn't think much of her, either. We've got enough shit to deal with without that coming back up again, or her little dance with Snake. I don't trust her like I didn't trust Dire. At least he's trying to keep to fact. We don't need another disgrace no matter how hard she fights.(decker)
His eyes never leave hers.There are two kin in the city that can match his stare beat for beat. This is one. The other's not so evident in her boldness, but perhaps even stronger when she bit down and didn't give an inch.
The keys come flying at him, and at the last possible second his hand slides up. With a crisp little smack, keys hit palm and fingers close over them. A hint of a smirk touches his mouth. He opens his hand, looks down at the keys, thumb tracing the serrated edges. He pulls out his keychain and reattaches 'em.
"What else," he says.
(kemp)
Sniffing at the box while following behind Rumor, mumbling. "I'm the kid here, but I fuckin swear there are times I feel older than dirt with some of the crap that comes rolling up around me. I mean, well fuck. Nevermind." A shake of his head. He'd never understand his pack.
Just fucked in the head." Another sniff of the box to distract him some. "Smells good, I'm starving." Box rattling with the tremor through his arms. "Awfuck me."(rumor)
She shakes her head noticing the tremor. She sticks one of the bottles under her arm and takes the pizza. "Hey rather have ya twitch then see yer guts fallin out" she smiles. Both of them havin stopepd talking bout something mid sentence. Some shit better left unsaid.
"never understood the whole pack thing, James tried to tell me how fuckin perfect it was, but see" she opens the box and hands him a piece as they walk...the board just being pushed with her foot. "see that shit in there, thats why i never hung with them all like that, its like a fuckin pile of firecrackers and someone tosses a match...sooner or later they all go off..pop pop pop pop"shaking her head and closin the box cause it was easier to walk with it closed.
Approachin the retaining wall, lookin at the factory. "Dont hear any poppin yet..." she sits the 2 liters on the wall and lays the box next to it.
"look seriously, im realy glad you ended up ok, i didnt know bout the battle thing, but im glad yer ok n stuff"
(danah)
A slow nod in Roxanne's direction. Acknowledgement and appreciation for the simple offer, whatever came of it.Her attention shifts back to James, heading tilting back to a neutral posture, and hair slowly withdrawn from her face through a single fluid gesture of nails clawing through a thick black mane.
"Because your tough.. and so am I."
"Because you don't take shit, and neither do I."
"Because you don't fuck around.. and I don't neither."Then her gaze shifts, pulls away from James, slipping over the interior of the factory. "You guys live in the shit.. probably have since your first change. And I've been clawing up from it ever since I was born. And I'm still there, and I don't think that'll ever change. But I'll take a couple bastards to hell with me."
"Get and Bone Gnawers.. I like that. Tough tribes.." Shoulders roll back, and eyes turn back to James, expecting another question, or a similar challenge.
(kemp)
to James, Decker Rohl: Well I don't trust the bitch. Too much pack hopping, why ain't she with any of those she was with before? Gotta be something there. And besides, like ya said, don't need more shit than we already got. Need someone we can depend on, not someone we need eyes in the back of our heads to watch.(imogen)
It's strange to think how little Imogen knows about the Garou Nation when she watches so often. That she didn't pick up all the little words and features of it in all the years she's been alive, simply through this: paying attention.But that was it. Most of her interest is on the by-play between James and Danah and the interrogation.
(snake)
Time Out taken in the Angry Kids Corner.
The pizza had been (rapidly) devoured.
The coffee spill had been cleaned up.
And wounds had been attended to (again).Time to make a semi-quick re-entry, or at least that was the plan.
So she came back from the camper out back, bottle in hand.
(returning the pills to where they belonged)She didn't look much happier than when she left (or maybe the scowl was permanent)
...but at least the Rage wasn't quite so thick and smothering, like a corpse shroud.(kemp)
Taking a seat on the wall to start munching on pizza before trying to crack open the soda one handed. "Yeah I'm fine. Sorta wondered for a moment, but heh, it's what I'm suppose ta do." Stuffing the crust in between his teeth to use both hands in opening the bottle. "Jump with both feet and kiss my ass goodbye." Pizza once more stuffed in his mouth. "Don't worry 'bout me, I'm in better shape than some. Got patched up pretty good. Decided flying ain't all it's cracked up to be too. Fall ain't so bad, it's wondering how far you'll splat when ya land that makes ya think twice."(roxy)
Guilt-trippen Gnawers tend to know how to brow beat a stubborn woman when they push at the right buttons. Maybe Roxy was finally coming to her senses and the tacoma had been the start of the therapy she needs....It took several moments of silence to supress the shudders that roll over her skin. Calm and collective, breathe in and breathe out slowly, leather corset restrains the room for easier breathing. An upturn of her eyes meets Decker's gaze, cobalt-blue over storm-grey, and then, that boldness that makes up the brunt of the Glass Walker kin's backbone reveals itself.
"Minor alterations to the vehicle.Not sure if ya seen the Polaroids or not. Sorry, but no spikes on the bull bar, which'll reinforce the vehicle if ya decide to plow over anything.. like vampiric bovine or somethin'."
A ghost of smile smirks across the corners of lush lips, "Oh, and another thing... Payment for services rendered. I need somethin' a little more substantial, Decker Rohl. I can't afford to lose mah money over complete overhauls. Tune-ups and minor crap are no problem. Every time ya goin' wreck it, I lose money on yar ass. I can't have that.." a hand lifts up pointing a finger at him, "If ya do wreck it like that again. So help me Gaia, the Weaver better calcify yar ass before I find ya."
(rumor)
She shouldnt laugh but she does, its not the topic that is funny, its always how he gets his point across. Kemp certainly never held back what he was thinkin thats for sure.
Leaning up against the wall she grabs one of the pieces of pizza. "Ill remember that...not that im one for flyin or fallin" she shakes her head, and glances back at the factory once more.
"so does this new twith thing mean i gotta watch out for stray kicks in the night?" she smirks..."i mean the 2 matresses have a gap so the girl cooties cant get to ya, but its close enough i may get a nice kick to the leg" she winks teasingly.(decker)
to James, Kemp Oates: Think y'all is overreactin', says the king of overreactions. 'N that don't tell me shit, James. What happened ta make ya distrust her?(kemp)
to James, Decker Rohl: Bullfuckinshit. What makes you so sure she's so great that we need to have her ass with us? What, she have super powers other than what I done seen?(james)
Totemphone: there's a rather Modi-esque grunt Her opinion Kemp was a weak and disgraceful pussy for protecting kin rather than running off to battle with several other Garou one night. Add it to Butta, Cliona, and Roxy's distasteful caution and outright hate last night and now..... not something I trust at my back in the heat of battle, especially after her blitzing on Snake when we had more important things to mangle. Yeh. Seem familiar?(rumor)
She laughs, not catching the fact he was listening to voices in his head..or whatever the head cocking meant. She shakes her head.."ya know ive had this brown n red hair for weeks now...ive been itchin to change it" she chuckles..."a fro? what the hell did you fight with a fuckin electric eel?"(snake)
She'd banged against the door once (an equivilent to a knock)
And then walked in.
Not like the place wasn't already packed.
One more couldn't hurt.
It also acted as a warning that someone was coming in.
Just in case they were all trying to kill each other or something.
And decided to take a breather to see who was walking in.She had a destination, heading there on entry: med box.
Long legs, a wide stride that ate the distance easy, crossing the concrete floor.
She popped open the red tool box (unless it had been left that way) and dropped the bottle back in.(decker)
The smirk is gone. Maybe it hadn't existed at all. Maybe it was just a figment of the imagination. Maybe he just don't feel like smirking anymore.There's a warning in his eyes. There's a feeling that he might wanna bite that pointing finger off.
A long silence stretches.
Then, quietly, "Y'know I pay my debts, Roxy. So don'tchoo act like I don't give up no appreciation fer whatcha done fer me. So fuck you want from me?"
(james)
I've packed with her before, James
as hesitant as the guttermutt may be to look at the peroxide fox
James' deep umber eyes flick over in assessment
the nod is nearly non-existant
returned call on the totem line providing blessed distraction
dark gaze distancing a moment as he listens inamazing how the pack can discuss things without really losing touch with what's going on around them
meaning he's nodding at Danah's explanation"Good reas'ns. Hon'rable." a beat. "Mean y'r 'pinion 've those y'r lookin' a pack wit's change' since Decem'r?"
glancing over a nod of thanks for Snake's returning the bottle
(decker)
to James, Kemp Oates: Kemp ain't no pussy. That comes back immeidately. The rest comes back after he answers Roxy, But fuck if I care what Butta, Cliona 'r even Roxy thinks. Make my own decisions on this.As fer her blitzin'. Yer precious Butta picked 'er up 'n tossed her inna combat. Gainst. my. orders. You try tossin' me inna combat someday. See what happens.
...nobody tosses a (modi) dwarf!
(kemp)
"It was um, well, worse than the fomori things ya asked about. It was well, it fucking hit me once and sent me flying through the air and off the top of the fuckin building. It was just plain ole nasty assed. I mean, hell giant crab monster wasn't this fuckin mean. And towards the end, I don't know how or what he did, but it about fried us all. And ya think I got a mouth on me? Hell, I'm like a baby compaired to the nasty shit came rushing out at the end there."(snake)
She kept her eyes on what she was doing, looking at no one person.
Inanimate objects didn't bite back (usually) and didn't give the urge to bite them.
Back still rigid with hyper-tense muscles and hair still falling into her face, albeit slightly damp.
Head cocked a little to the side, catching the various snippets of information."Thanks." -- or at least that was what it sounded like.
Muttered to James. Barely audible. Grumbled.
No other intrusion into the current interview (interrogation) made.Turning away again, bottle returned, she went back for the door she'd come through.
(danah)
Eyes narrowed at the question. Narrowed in thought, as brow wrinkled and the lines of muscle working her jaw flexed, even slightly."I got a nasty temper.. I say a lot of shit," she replies. "Don't remember what I said in December.."
(rumor)
She hands him another piece from the box, taking a swig right from the bottle. "wait, worse then the crab thing?" she shakes her head. leaning up against the wall next to him..."these things you fight against can FRY you?" she starts in on piece number 2 and looks back at him over her shoulder a bit. "fuck man, no wonder you all are so pissed off all the time...at least we only have to deal with enraged garou, unless we are in the wrong place at the wrong time....of course..but shit..." her voice trails off as she glances back towards the factory..."sounds quiet still...whatcha think is goin on in there?" glance moves back to Kemp. "Im glad you didnt get a fro too by the way, i dont think you could pull the fro look off...but i was thinking of goin all red...or maybe purple...whattya think?" she jokes, knowin damn well what he thinks of that...she chuckles.(james)
Don't care what they think, either, but maybe it means something opinions relate. they can feel the shrug even if he doesn't phsycially construct it Butta's mistake is his, and he'll pay for it however it appropriate. amused as he was, in a time of War amusement gets pushed away by ranking Ahroun's orders, and he can admit LeRoy acted out of line - but that isn't the issue: You're right, Kemp isn't, we've both seen him prove himself proud in battle more than once. He doesn't like her. If Snake makes pack that's two with a chip. You willing to put the pack through that for a good fighter?(kemp)
to Decker Rohl, Kemp Oates: Don't care what they think, either, but maybe it means something opinions relate. they can feel the shrug even if he doesn't phsycially construct it Butta's mistake is his, and he'll pay for it however it appropriate. amused as he was, in a time of War amusement gets pushed away by ranking Ahroun's orders, and he can admit LeRoy acted out of line - but that isn't the issue: You're right, Kemp isn't, we've both seen him prove himself proud in battle more than once. He doesn't like her. If Snake makes pack that's two with a chip. You willing to put the pack through that for a good fighter?(.... oops)
(roxy)
She clears her throat, hand slips back as her arms fold across her chest tightly. Head cants to the side, spilling peroxide dreads across her face. Her eyes cut away from Decker to settle upon his packmate, James... (he already knew this answer.... )But that tactic backfired with major reprecussions upon Roxy's friendship with said non-present gay boi who loved the guttermutt too much to see him hurt by a villianous Roxanne's wicked intentions.
She looks back to Decker, opening her mouth to speak, "Can we discuss that another time, just between you and me. Please, Decker?" questioned asked, smoky voice lowers to mean it was personal business, just between them and not pack.
(snake)
Objective completed, exit was taken.
Stage right.
The door pulled open, closed behind her with a faint thump.
Back to the camper and the relative peace (sanity) within.
Always safer that way...(kemp)
Turning to consider Rumor's hair a long moment. "Well, purple is a nice color. I was thinking maybe going like, lemon white hair." A shrug with a look towards the factory. Stuffing pizza in his mouth while considering the building a long moment. "Ain't nothing much going on in there right now." Said as if he actually knew what was happening inside.(decker)
Grey eyes like concrete shift over to James with Roxy's ill-disguised look. And then the snap back to her. Half-lidded eyes or not, there's a sting every time he looks at anyone. A whip flicked from a lazy hand flies just as fast."Yeah alright," he dismisses the subject, his eyes roving after Snake's departure. Weird one, his cousin. Just as quiet as him and probably a lot more insane.
"But why don'tcha talk to 'im bout it yerself," he finishes with Roxy, and rolls his weight forward to stand, smoothly, joints moving like oiled bearings. He heads over to the icebox and tosses Roxy a beer over his shoulder. "So where's my truck?"
Back to the start.
(kemp)
"Ya see that?" Glancing towards Rumor a second. "In, out, in, out. Like a bus station around here sometimes. I wonder how long before we got a trailor park going on behind the place?"(imogen)
Attention flicks briefly toward Roxanne and Decker's conversation, features illegible. And back, vaguely toward the conversation between Gnawer and perspective packmate.And perhaps she agreed with Snake's sentiment, whatever it might be, in taking her leave out into the faded cool night, scrubbing a hand across her face as she inhales night air she had missed the last time she was out here. Smoking, and all that. Letting the door shut behind her as she starts down the steps, glancing across the street to where the two fifteen year olds sit with their bounty.
(rumor)
She looks back at him..."what, you got the place bugged and have somethin in your ear or something so you can hear?" she chuckles..."and lemon white? how many lemons do you know are white? if you mean like Roxys peroxide white, naw..."she stops and looks, then she actually laughs.."been out back lately? theres a couple places people are livin out there" she shrugs..."has it always been that way?" she exhales..."man the way roxys payin me, i can rent somethin somewhere, maybe not like an apartment or anythin, but somethin...cause its pretty obvious Decker doesnt want me round there..."
(kemp)
Waving a piece of pizza at Imogen when she came out the door. For all the world looking as happy as a lark right now. He had food and drink and there was this buzzing beside him. Oh wait, that was Rumor's mouth going again. Looking towards her a moment. "Ok, then maybe blue like ya had before. And before ya go moving, just remember, Decker, he loves ya. Just has a hard time showing love and all so he um, bitches. Yeah, while inside he's all melty marshmellow filling. Ya hear him grunt, that means he loves ya." Short nod and he was eating again.(james)
here's where the Ahroun lets loose a soft chuckle
completely contrast to the serious tones clamoring in his head"I do." hands slide into the pocket of bloodstained BDUs, pulling the crusted waistband away from neatly healed flesh "Made a few hides bris'le callin' Kemp names af'er you d'liver'd a message a Crow to me. Jus' cause he chose a defen' our kin 'stead a run off inna battle wi' th' res' a ya." head tips, casting dreadlocks over shoulders, long ropey-vines of hair mingling with the crinos claw scars ash-stained crawling up his back "Guessin' tha' change'? r' can we 'spect y'r temper a get th' bes've y'r mouth 'gain?"
"Nah tha' public 'pinion matt'r much, but lookin' our f'r my packma'es.... won'er why so many las' night kep' their distance a yeh."
(roxy)
"I'll work on it. Mah PR skills aren't up to par as of late." heh. Subject change.
The bottle of beer heads her way as Roxy steps up to catch it with too quick of reflexes normally not found in normal humans.The cold beer doesn't get used for its intended purposes, but makes does a nice imitation of an ice pak, pressed into the curve of her throat to cool herself off. With all these massive bodies and rage-proned, the temperature could climb a few degrees.
"Truck's not here. Delivered in the morning. Less ya goin' go hunt it down."
(rumor)
((ooc laughing my ass off at oh wait that was Rumors mouth again))She laughs at that..."ok first of all, nthing marshmellowy about Decker, and second he has never said a word to me...just plastered me with evil glares...i didnt wanna stay in the factory cuz i knew hed treat it like someone shoved a firey poker up his ass." she smirks and waves to Imogen as she approaches.
"Blue...and have you make smurf jokes every day?" she winks and shakes her head.."dunno ill figure somethin out, i think ive had so many colors, that nothing grabs me right now" a pause as she hands him another piece, while grabbin one more for herself."Too bad Tristan doesnt have a place, i like him..." She leans back on the wall now...and is quiet for a second..."yaknow, doesnt matter how young or old ya are, i still think you are smarter then most of them..."
(decker)
Decker looks between the keys in his hand to Roxy, and back. Little bits of shiny steel in his big calloused hand, and one of them fits his new and improved Tacoma. Damn, he should crash that thing more often. Good thing Roxy can't read minds."Fuck tha mornin'," his smirk is lopsided. "Huntin' it down right now. Where'dja hide it?"
(kemp)
Snickering a second with that last comment. "Oh yeah, right. Ok so like, Tris said he might be getting a place soon, but like, well when his other half comes home, it will be like, a honeymoon or something for awhile and ya don't want to hear that. Believe me, I done heard it." Starting to grunt and grind his hips. "No, no, it's my turn." Covering both ears, the soda held between his knees. "La la la la." Lowering his hands with a wink. "That's whatcha gotta practice doing when Dustin comes home. Just cover your ears when ya hear someone say it's my turn. And start singing really loud so ya don't hear the grunts and heavy breathing."(danah)
"Ooh. That." The edge of her lips, naturally dark due her puerto rican complexion, lifted into a small smile. She looked back at the door behind her, in the direction that Kemp had stormed off with the girl that Danah wasn't paying too much attention. "Yeah.." Her eyes slowly drift back to James with a small nod."I remember that now."
"I thought that was settled a long time ago too. Talked to the kid at the Fianna's bar.. straightened it all out there. Gave him the message from crow a little after that, shared a drink.. thought that was the end of it. Didn't think he was still broiling over that. I kinda like him, actually.."
She shrugs a little at the mention of public opinion. "LeRoy don't like me cause I called him on his shit, some odd months ago. Ready to sell his own people into slavery. Fuck'im. Ricinus.. that's a little more complicated. We were pack for a small while, but it didn't really work out." Her gaze shifts, not toward anything in particular, just away. "Its a love-hate thing.. I guess. But I don't hate her as much as she probably thinks I do..."
(rumor)
And that was it.
Coke spit right out...
That was not only a visual she didnt want to picture, but also accompanied by sound effects. Shaking her head and the laughter just flows from her.
"oooh my god...." she mutters wiping her face with her sleeve, literally bent over laughing.
"ok ok so what about like a soundproofed basement or something?" she smirks.."plus isnt Tristan bangin roxy now?" she composes herself now and takes a few breaths...damn that caught her off guard..."ipod baby..." she grins..."Thats when you need an Ipod" the thought of Tristan and any dude making noises and stuff...naw...she didnt really wanna visualize that one, bein gay was fine, picturing and hearin it, naw shed rather not.." she smirks... and leans back this time leaning against the wall, but also partially against one of his legs.
"So they take turns eh?"(decker)
to James, Kemp Oates: Fuck that. We ain't nothin' but chips on shoulders, James. Ain't turnin' Danah away 'til I given 'er a fair shot. Y'all still got a problem with her in a month, I ain't sayin' a word then.(kemp)
to James, Decker Rohl: Ya know, I get the feeling ya just ask out of some formality, not cause ya really care what we think. He had to say it cause there were times things just had to be said for what they were.(roxy)
Roxanne's attentions turn to James and Danah now, "Leroy has about as much love for Danah as he does for me. He'd probably rather see us both dead and think it was a good thing for the city.." she spits out in absolute disgust at the mention of Leroy. No love losts at all for that Coggie.A flicker of her eyes on Decker once more, "I told ya. In the morning. Ya can stay home for one more night.. or go trollin' on foot."
(james)
Fair enough. it came after a length of silence, the Ahroun contemplating issues both within his mind and infront of his face - Eagle did dictate He would grant the Gnawer compassion I'll give her a month, and if our opinions still hold - Snake's too, if she makes it in - Erik's if he ever makes it back - you ain't got a word to say.(kemp)
"Well yeah, I mean, doesn't everyone take turns?" A look towards Rumor and then he was busting up cause she had coke coming out her nose. "Gross!" Laughing before turning as serious as he gets. "Ok, so like Tristan and Roxy was doing the nasty right next to me while they thought I was sleeping. Only who could sleep through all that shit? And then Dustin came along." Frowning, trying to make sure he had the sequence right in his memory. Sex tended to cloud his memory. "And anyway, then Tris and Dustin got together and started doing more nasties and well, that's where it stands now. Tristan and Dustin sitting in the tree. Roxy and whoever, hell if I know who now, sitting in another bush. See?"(decker)
"Fuck off," Decker says, more boredom than spite. He straightens up, two more cans fished out of the icebox. One for James and one for Danah? In their dreams. Or their nightmares. Decker turned hospitable. Run for your lives. Apocalypse is coming.Pop-hiss, one can opens. He stuffs the other in his thigh pocket and, without so much as a goodbye to anyone, heads out the door.
(decker)
to James, Kemp Oates: Reminded, Gotta talk 'bout Erik too. Said not ta follow, but I ain't lissenin'. Y'all with me, 'r not?(kemp)
to James, Decker Rohl: Oh blow me if ya gotta ask shit like that. A mental roll of his eyes. Whatchat think, I'm gonna let ya go without me?(rumor)
She laughs and nods...keepin it all straight. "ok so you get yourself live porn shows while you pretend to sleep, nice...well im sure you liked the Roxy ones better then the 2 dudes" she ponders this one for a second...
"dude you didnt watch Tristan and Dustin right...i mean ewww" she smirks..."Used to see hookers givin blowjobs in the alleyways...and this one time...."
Posted by james at June 19, 2004 12:00 AM
she stops.
Eyes go to the door.
pop pop pop pop here come the firecrackers.